Bonnie

Backblog 9/23/2010:

Meet Bonnie, our new wheels. We got her from a pregnant Scottish woman. A 1996 Toyota Rav4. All-wheel drive. All-around bitchin'. We took it for a test drive and decided we wanted it. All is well. Transferred some money online, etc. Next day, pick it up. Drive 1 km (that's like 10 miles or something) to the post office where we registered it. When we get there, the driver's door handle doesn't work. Boo. Suck. Trapped inside. Open it from the outside. Not cool. But, despite Barbie's lack of faith in her "dot E D U" man, I took the door apart and fixed it. Better. She's been good to us ever since and has really made buying/moving things much easier.